Author's Note: Sorry about the LONG delay but I had real difficulty writing this chapter and I'm still not satisfied...but it'll have to do because I wanna get this series moving. The reason being is the fact that Supernatural: Season 5's premiere aired on Wednesday and I'm still only on Season 4 Episode 4! So I'm making a bold step to quicken the pace. Instead of writing out 22 episodes, like I'd promised you all some time ago, I'm only going to write 11, with the next 11 being set in Season 5. I just thought it'll be a lot better for me and I can honestly say that I wouldn't have been able to stretch this season out to 22 episodes anyway.
So, tell me what you think. Is it a bad move? Is it a good move? So do you like where it's heading and my favourite question that I keep forgetting to ask all of you: who and what would you like to appear in the coming episodes? Meg? Missouri? Banshees? PLEASE give me your thoughts and opinions on who should be in my Season 4 and I'll give you a very special mention in one of the chapters!
Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy this chapter. There's going to be another one after this and then that's the end of episode 4, going onto episode 5! Wahoo! b(^_^)d
To Sam, it feels to him like hours ago since they'd left both the town of Hartford, Connecticut and Lucas behind on their way to their next job in Worcester, Massachusetts. As the sky turns from a dismal grey to a beautiful light mix of pink, orange and yellow, Sam's looking out of the window, one hand resting against his cheek while the other's resting gently on his stomach, watching as the diversity of surroundings go by.
Dean, who's eyes are firmly on the road, reaches out with one hand and places it on Sam's thigh, rubbing it soothingly, "Hey, are you okay? You've been sorta quiet since we left Worcester." Sam knows that this is Dean being the Mother Hen, worrying about him and waiting to do everything in his duty as his big brother to help him.
Sam shrugs, still staring out of the window as he mutters, "I'm fine, Dean. I'm just tired that's all. It's been a helluva long day."
Dean nods his head in agreement but can still sense that that's not all that's bothering his little brother. Squeezing Sam's thigh, he replies softly, "There's nothing else we can do for him. We've done everything we possibly can."
This causes Sam to look away from the passing scenery and into the hazel eyes of his brother, knowing for a fact that he's absolutely right. After Sam had explained to Lucas about what had transpired in the apartment, what he and Dean actually did for a living and the reality of monsters, demons and whatnots, he was surprisingly positive about it all but became somewhat fearful for his life.
Who could really blame him though? Especially after living in the dark for the past few months while one of the Princes of Hell occupied his mind and body in a plan to rid Sam and Dean of the one good thing in their otherwise cursed lives.
So, they did the only positive thing they could…they gave him the address to Ellen's newly built Roundhouse, which she relocated closer to Bobby in South Dakota, where Lucas could be kept safe and also have a place to eat and stay for as long as he wanted. They notified Ellen, of course, who was more than happy to have company and, more to the point, a helping hand around the place.
But Sam can't help but think that it's not enough, "…Yeah, I guess you're right," he eventually says, not truly happy with what they had to do but nevertheless, it was the only option they had.
Since then, the drive to Worcester's quiet, but it's the appreciative quiet which gives the Winchesters time to think to themselves but in Dean's case, plan what they're to do next once they arrive and get some shut-eye.
It's dark when they arrive at the 'Paradiso' motel, Sam asleep with his head slumped to the side, Dean mentally noting that he looks incredibly adorable with his hands protectively covering his stomach. Parking outside the small reception building, Dean climbs out of the Impala, leaving it on so it keeps Sam warm, and heads inside, immediately smiling at the young girl at the desk.
To Dean, she's your typical all-American girl. Blonde, slender, beautiful and, dare he think with Sam in the car, well-endowed in a certain area. The kind of girl he'd probably be interested in an alternate universe but thankfully there's only one person who's stolen his heart, and he's sound asleep in the car.
"Good evening and welcome to Paradiso." the girl replies politely, Dean slightly taken aback to her civility even though, not being horrible or anything, she looks like the kind of girl who'd talk trash and talk down to people she thought we below her.
"Hi, I'd like to rent a room for two nights, please." He asks just as politely, taking out his wallet to give her the fake credit card he has stashed with numerous others.
The girl smiles an, "Okay," before looking down to face the computer screen, clicking here and there until she's on the screen she needs, "Two singles or a king-size?" She asks, the radiant smile that seems to brighten up the small room still on her face.
"Err…king-size please," Dean answers again politely, taking out the credit card he needs and clenching it in his fist, waiting for her to tell her how much it is.
With the final tap of the button, the total amount comes up, "That'll be $37.50, please."
He gives her the credit card. She slides it through the slot, taps a few buttons and prints out a receipt, "Here's your receipt, your credit card, and your room key. You're in room no. 12, Mr. Shepard. Enjoy your stay here at Paradiso."
To Dean, she sounds a little like the woman off those exasperating infomercials with the plastic voice but he can obviously tell that this girl behind the counter has got a lot more personality.
She glances behind him, sees Sam asleep in the front of the car and smiles again, "Aww, he looks so adorable…and if you don't mind me saying really cute."
With his credit card back in his wallet and in his jacket pocket, the key in his left jean pocket, Dean looks back at Sam and smirks, "Yeah, my thoughts exactly. He's the love of my life," he states, his voice barely even a whisper but she hears it.
"Well, good for you. You know, it's not very often that someone meets their true opposite, their soul mate, the one they're meant to be with for the rest of their lives. Appreciate what you've got, enjoy every waking moment because it can be taken away from you in a heartbeat."
Dean can sense the sorrow in her voice, as if she's telling him out of experience, and nods, "I know exactly what you mean," his thoughts returning to Worcester and what'd transpired there. He turns back to face her, smirking again, "I'd best get him to the room. He's had a real tough day and I just want him to get some much needed rest on something soft and comfortable. I'll see ya later."
"Yep, I guess you will. Bye."
He then leaves in the same manner as he'd come in, feeling the sudden chill on his face as the cool breeze hits it, hurrying into the safety and warmth of the Impala with Sam still fast asleep in the front, in the same position Dean had left him in before paying for a room.
It isn't long until he's parked just outside their room, killing the engine quickly before turning on his side to face Sam, who's just woken up from the sound of absolute silence. Dean can't help but smile at his baby brother when he notices that a cluster of Sam's hair's sticking out, sifting his fingers through it, "Hey, babe. Sleep well?"
Sam only nods, blinking to rid himself of the sleep that's glazed over his eyes but finds that he's still finds himself too tired to be awake, "Yeah, but I'm still pretty sleepy?" He then looks away, at his surroundings, "Are we here?" He then stretches out as much as he possibly can, which isn't much for a guy his height, hearing several soft clicks to imply that he'd been sleeping in an awkward position.
"Yep, room no. 12." Dean then passes him the key, "Why don't you head inside, get yourself comfortable in that nice, warm bed while I get the provisions from the trunk." He then finishes with a quick kiss to Sam's lips, soft and moist, a slight moan escaping them as he pulls away.
Sam smiles, dimples on full show, "Alright…you know, you're really sexy when you're bossing me around." He then climbs out, key tightly in palm before Dean playfully cuffs him on the ass, Sam letting out an equally playful cry.
Climbing out of the car, Dean walked straight to the back, opening up the trunk and uncovering the secret compartment he had underneath, filled with all their bare essentials for their variety of hunts. Taking out his favoured Colt 1911, just in case, and the salt. Shutting the trunk, Dean just about gets the fright of his life when Castiel appears out of nowhere, staring at him with that blank expression on his face.
"Jesus Christ!" He cried out, nearly dropping his gun and the salt onto the asphalt, "Do you really have to do that?! You trying to give me a heart attack?"
Castiel tilts his head to the side, a look Dean's come to understand is his "I don't understand what you mean?" look, "An act such as what I just did, Dean, wouldn't have given you a heart attack. To be quite frank, it would've caused your heart to beat a little faster than usual."
Dean huffs, shaking his head, "Hunh, thanks for the biology lesson, Cas but your presence isn't particularly welcome at the moment…not that it always is, mind you." He says rather harshly and with good reason too.
Dean goes to brush past him but Castiel grabs him by the forearm, not hard enough to hurt but enough to keep him still, "Dean, you have to let me explain why I couldn't help you back in Worcester."
Dean pulls his arm away from Castiel's grip, his eyes angry and cold, "And why should I? So you can give me your usual lame ass excuses? You know, at the end of the day you angels are a real disappointment, you know that." He then turns around again in the direction of their motel room when he hears Castiel pleading to give him a chance to talk to him, "Please, Dean. I will tell you everything but not here…meet me in the cafeteria across the street from here," he points in the direction of the small building with a small neon sign in blue saying, Open 24/7, "I shall wait 10 minutes, that's all I can spare."
When he's satisfied, Castiel turns and saunters in its direction, his shoes clicking hard against the asphalt whilst Dean asks himself if he should allow the angel to explain himself. To explain why he blew him off back in Worcester when he needed him the most. After what felt like hours just standing, watching the angel entering the cafeteria and sitting down in one of the booths next to the window, Dean twirls around and enters the room.
Closing the door behind him, he can hear Sam in the bathroom, cleaning his teeth, as he places the salt and his gun on the table on his side of the double bed. The room's exquisite compared to the others they've been residing in recently, only bested by the room they'd stayed in when they were helping out Bobby's friends, Terry Young and Chris Hughes, with their 'incubus' problem. A problem Dean never wants to think about ever again!
"Sam!" He calls, knowing full well that he'd get an answer back as he sits himself down on his side of the bed.
"Yeah?" Sam answers, his voice muffled by the toothbrush he's using to clean his teeth with.
"I'm just headin' over the road to get a bite to eat. I'm guessing you don't want anything?"
Sam pops his head through the slightly-open door, "No, thanks. I'm just gonna head into bed. Don't be too long," he utters, seeing Dean heading for the door, "I don't wanna be alone after…ya know."
Dean smirks as his hand touches the doorknob and turns it, "Yeah, I know. Five minutes, tops. And don't forget to salt the place."
"I won't," Dean hears as he disappears outside, closing the door behind him and leaving Sam to get back to his tooth-brushing.
As he glances over to the cafeteria that Castiel had entered only minutes before, seeing him still sitting in the booth next to the window as a feel of anxiety sweeps over him. The feeling causes his skin to crawl and pimple with goose-bumps, his hairs to stand on end as he takes a deep breath and starts sauntering over to the quaint little building, wondering about all the things that'd happened to him and Sam over in Worcester and if Castiel can answer the questions he's got swimming around in his mind…the obvious ones being about the new-found power he'd discovered in his endeavour to save Sam from those demons and if it's at all dangerous to anyone in his vicinity…